Arrivals & Drinks
Since Marietta was going to such an effort, Roger felt he needed to be on time. His night of drinking in Portugal had resulted in a mild hangover, but since he held his liquor well, had slept well and always made sure to have a potion on hand, he was none the worse for wear. After donning dark grey trousers and a deep blue silk shirt with a jacket for warmth, he made a short pit stop to collect the bottle of finest French champagne he'd ordered and a bouquet for Marietta, he was soon at the doorstep of her flat. Using the key she'd given him, he went inside, holding the offerings behind his back. "Mari glendid? Are you being fashionably late?"